Should I write a poem,
or map our fuzzy cat-mice?
or map our fuzzy cat-mice?
Our broiler went on the fritz
and our charcoal grill’s on loan,
so one nice
and our charcoal grill’s on loan,
so one nice
morning, a guy came to fix
it, and moved our whole range out from its home
under the tile splash.
it, and moved our whole range out from its home
under the tile splash.
We had to blink twice,
when what should we behold but a shit-load
of fuzzy cat-mice
when what should we behold but a shit-load
of fuzzy cat-mice
under there. Now the cats carry around the house,
thoser wobble-eyed mice with tiny rattles
in their heads. If I had the right device,
thoser wobble-eyed mice with tiny rattles
in their heads. If I had the right device,
I could map the journey of each
cat-mouse,
over time, from room to room,
to back under the range again.
over time, from room to room,
to back under the range again.
I think that would be a pretty
nifty
artifact, though not quite a poem.
Some morning so nice
I’ll start mapping our fuzzy cat-mice.
artifact, though not quite a poem.
Some morning so nice
I’ll start mapping our fuzzy cat-mice.
